Secrets to keep

Chapter 2

The musky air fills my lungs. A smell. A smell that reminds you that you forgot your homework and when you're late for class; which is my situation. Rory, still tightly grabbing my wrists, sprinting to get to class. We both have English together, so makes it easier to talk to her. Students dashing away to get to their home rooms.
"There goes the second bell!"
Panicking and trying not to miss her perfect attendance, Rory now as frantic as ever. She is very uptight and worries about the simplest of things. Usually she disagrees that she has anxiety, but I have to object. It is very obvious.
"Rory! Slow down... the third bell doesn't go for another 3 minutes!"
"NO TESSA! NOT TODAY SATAN!"
She yells as we are literally 5 meters away from the door of our English Class. The bell rings. We stand outside of the door. Rory starts to panic. I tell her to calm down, but I just have to let her go. As she steps in the door, she automatically goes straight up to our English teacher, Mrs. Allen, and starts apologizing. I giggle and step in. However, unlike Rory, I'm on Mrs. Allen's enemy book. She absolutely hates my guts. Her face all saggy and lots of deep wrinkles. Her nose resembles a literal hook and it matches her personality; very spiky. She honestly smells like a thrift store full of grandma's and her eyes look as though she is looking into your soul. Also, her accent is like a female version of Professor Snape from Harry Potter.

​Rory takes her seat. Sweat rolling down her face as she tries to smile, but it looks painful. I enter a few minutes after, to not make a scene, but I was terribly wrong. As soon as she sees me it's like all hell broke loose.
"Late again, Mrs. Moore."
"Um, yeah I'm-"
"Nope! Not a single Peep from you! This is the 3rd time you have been late!"
I slowly move towards my seat. Her eyes don't move an inch off of my face. Every set of eyes were on me.
"Well, Mrs. Allen, Rory was late too. Don't blame m-"
"Enough said, Mrs. Moore. We are not talking about her, we are talking about, YOU!"
Her spit particles flying everywhere. With fury and anger, her head looked like a tomato.
"DETENTION! AND YOU'RE SPENDING YOUR TIME AT LUNCH WITH-ME."
With little to no hesitation I sat down, covering my face in my book. Mrs. Allen then made herself seem as though nothing happened. She put on her granny glasses and continued to read to the class. Ooohh I wanna kill her so badly, ugh I hate her.

​My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the bell. Second period here I come. I dash out of the class, but Mrs. Allen was quick.
"Not today you don't!"
She attempted to grab my arm but I dodged her dangerous nails and dashed down the hallway. Luckily she is really slow, so I had nothing to worry about.
I raced down the hallway and through the main hall. I sprinted past the main foyer and out the other end of the school. Panting and searching in my satchel for water I sit down underneath a large oak tree outside of the school. The wind nice and brisk. Since my spare is connected to break, I have over 2 and a half hours of me time. I don't feel like art right now. Coffee. Yeah that sounds nice. There is a Starbucks just a block away. I guess I'll go there.

||sorry this chapter is so short, but they will get better, I think.||